Nike Requins Size 43 – Fully Worn 1 Week – Owned by a Real Master

One full week under a real gay Master’s feet. No socks. No mercy.
Worn in the hood, marked by filth, sweat, and total authority.
These Requins carry the scent of dominance — raw, brutal, addictive.
Owned, crushed, and signed by the Master. These aren’t sneakers. They’re submission.

210,00 $

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These Shoes Didn’t Walk. They Commanded.

Forget fashion. These Nike Requins – Taille 43 – are war gear. They didn’t touch the ground. They crushed it. Seven days non-stop, no socks, no mercy. I wore them like I wear power — loud, filthy, untouchable. If you’re holding them now, it means you’ve already lost.

7 Days in My World. No Air. No Escape.

I wore them across stairwells, piss tiles, dirty metro floors, and the wet concrete of the 93. No cleaning. No care. They soaked it all in. Sweat. Dust. My steps. My dominance. Now they’re not for walking. They’re for sniffing. For folding your neck to the floor and breathing in your position.

Every Fold of the Fabric Is Authority

The inside reeks of command. Each scuff screams history. That bent heel? Bent from stomping. The soaked tongue? Tasted by leather and heat. Don’t look for comfort here. Look for purpose. For pain. For proof that you’re beneath me — and you love it.

You Don’t Buy. You Submit.

This isn’t a sale. It’s a fucking ritual. You’re not paying for shoes. You’re buying the right to smell what real power is. To rub your face on fabric that’s been soaked in Alpha sweat. You know what that does to your kind. You crave it. You’ll beg for it.

Marked. Owned. Final.

I tagged them myself. Inside tongue. Red ink. No print, no bullshit. My hand. My name. My domination. So when you press your nose into them, you’ll feel it: that pressure, that truth, that silence that only a slave knows. I’m not here to respond. I’m here to rule.

This Is Memory. This Is Abuse. This Is Yours.

You’ll hold them and tremble. You’ll sniff them and moan. You’ll put your tongue out without thinking. Because that’s what they’re made for. Not comfort. Not hype. Obedience. Obsession. Weakness. That’s what you’re buying. And it’s already working.

240$ – Tribute. Not Transaction.

You don’t negotiate with a Master. You prove. You offer. You bleed money and pride just to taste the dirt I walked on. 240$. No deals. No excuses. Just your fall, paid in full.

This Is Your First Hit

Once you sniff these, it’s done. You’ll come back. You’ll crave more. Socks. Underwear. Orders. Pain. I sell addiction, not comfort. If you’re ready for the next step…